(i write more stories than poetry and that's the opposite purpose as to why this website was created but hey as long as im expressing and portraying a story with many words that still counts for something, i suppose)
i keep to myself most days, it's very rare hearing me talk because my head is always peeped in my book. don't get me wrong, i have no problem starting a discussion with someone or joining in on a conversation that by the end of it i'll have realized i walked in on the wrong conversation. although i dont talk to many people, there's a huge possibility that ive analyzed the things they do that make them peculiar and esquisite at being them. from the way a person eats to the way they walk or even the way they breathe. i fall in love a good ten times a day. not to be interpreted the wrong way, i don't fall in love like an i crave you at two am kind of love but more of an i appreciate your exsistence and think you are a wonderful human being kind of love.  i wonder if someone has ever analyzed me the way that i analyze others. what a remarkable feeling that would be.